Friday, November 30, 2007

Destroying the PPC?

Glenn has decided he wants to dispose of the Phantom Pornographer's Collection (the PPC) in a ritual fashion, taking all the magazines somewhere and dumping them. Kate and I thought about burning them, but I'm not sure where you might be legally allowed to do that. It might all go horribly wrong in that way that burning paper has, where it ends up floating random scraps all over the place. I'm not sure it would be ethical to send scorched images of breasts into the ether, in a witchy sense, that is.

As ever, suggestions are always welcomed here.

Today, I'm feeling rather uninspired. At first I thought it was something to do with the weather. You know, grey clouds, grey skies, misty rain. It can make for a pretty depressing environment, and sometimes this is not conducive to creativity or even a positive state of mind. But then, this morning, I wander into the greyness and discover that I actually quite like it. I like the desolate emptiness of the trees against the severe sky, I like the abandonment in the stab of cold wind, I like the aimless misting stream of drizzle as it drifts across the empty street. My favourite time for this weather is at dusk, when the sun starts to go down. A strange light comes over the street and the trees seem to shine darkly on either side of the road, as the streetlights come on one by one.

So it's not the weather. Who knows. My mother did tell me there would be days like these.

I cheer myself up by catching up on some blogs I haven't had the chance to visit in a while. One of my first stops is Freakonomics, where I find a funny little short on the history of abs. Well worth a watch, I'd post it here if I could find a way to embed the bloody thing. Check out the link. Funnily enough, it didn't go down so well amongst some of the commentors. I think it's a boy thing. Would they have complained if it was about tits? I thought the tongue-in-cheek feel of the film was kind of meant to inspire thoughts of gender, myself, but maybe that's just me.

Is there any such thing as feminist economics? I'd like to think there must be. Feminist theory gets everywhere, like spilt water.

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